INFANTS' TEARS.
HOW little thought we give to infants' tears!
We who above a heart-break rise sublime.
We smile upon them, soothing the small fears
By touch of hand, by foolish nursery rhyme.
We who above a heart-break rise sublime.
We smile upon them, soothing the small fears
By touch of hand, by foolish nursery rhyme.
Almighty One, dost Thou in love look on
With gentle smile while we Thy children weep?
Bend low Thy hand, dear Lord, to rest upon
Thy child and soothe its sorrowing to sleep.
With gentle smile while we Thy children weep?
Bend low Thy hand, dear Lord, to rest upon
Thy child and soothe its sorrowing to sleep.